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 Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 2:16 pm
Pure white orbs stared out from a bloodied face. A quiet mare seemed to wander alone among the shadows of the trees that surrounded her. They frowned at her as she walked past, but she paid them no mind, allowing her white and crimson spaded tail lash back and forth as her ears twitched at the little sounds that were made by the nocturnal animals revealing themselves to the unwelcoming night.
Her hooves carried her wherever they pleased as the mare let her mind wander. Thoughts of her father haunted her this night. The pitch black shadows reminded her of that stallion. Her sire. She was reminded of his jet black fur that hadn't tainted her and the dark words he spoke to her. Morana's ears twitched back and forth as she thought of his harsh voice. A low growl rumbled in her chest at the thought of his cruel words. 'Worthless.... Worthless....Worthless'
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:20 pm
 Mary strode along, stretching her limbs as she walked. Too many impostors, far too many posing as her children in an effort to try and take her down. Was Godkiller really such a sought after pseudonym? Apparently. Well, it was the curse of being as powerful and epic as she was. Someone with something to prove always saw you as a target. But really, to treat a Goddess that was was quite unbearable.
This was one of the rare few times she almost, for a moment, saw something to miss about mortality. Friends. If something like this had happened when she had been a mortal, she could have talked to a friend. But no one was friend to a Goddess, except other Gods and Goddesses. So far she had met one and heard of one other. But He..... well.... Talking wasn't what was on Mary's mind when she was with Him. And as for the other, she had only a name to go by.
Lost in these thoughts, she walked until the smell of blood not hers brought her up short. That usually meant one of her children was near. Looking around, she spotted Morana and smiled to herself. Well, wasn't this interesting? A child or... no. She didn't even dare allow herself to think it. Either way, there was only one proper greeting.
She let her mirror float out ahead of Morana as she crept silently up behind. Her little follower hid in the bushes, awaiting Mary's commands. The plan was, as always, to have the new Soq look up in the mirror....and see Mary.... right. behind. her.
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